[ When she slumps into the the mattress, Hei draws back far enough to regard her, a smile quirking at the corners of his shiny mouth. His skull tingles sharply where she's yanked a few hairs out, but he resist the urge to make cracks about bald-spots. Wipes his mouth with the back of his hand instead, and climbs up across her. His breathing isn't erratic but there's a weight behind each exhale, as if the impatience is a palpable throb against his sternum. His erection strains dizzyingly against the confines of his slacks. ]
[ But there's a warmth in his gaze too -- an affection, almost. In the hot room, Korra's skin sparkles with salt. He kisses the sweat off her hips, her nipples, her shoulders and neck. She tastes as though her entire body is crying. Curling across her, he draws in her fevery warmth through his skin, fingers cradling the line of her jaw. ]
And if I am? [ It's a lazy murmur, evidence in itself that he's not going anywhere. ]
Sunday! \^^/
[ But there's a warmth in his gaze too -- an affection, almost. In the hot room, Korra's skin sparkles with salt. He kisses the sweat off her hips, her nipples, her shoulders and neck. She tastes as though her entire body is crying. Curling across her, he draws in her fevery warmth through his skin, fingers cradling the line of her jaw. ]
And if I am? [ It's a lazy murmur, evidence in itself that he's not going anywhere. ]